[ He's not entirely sure how swapping stories is supposed to open a door, however, so there's every chance that she's really just messing with him. But, okay. Well. It won't cost him much, he figures, to offer some information about the Walkman, and he considers it for a second, hefting its familiar weight in his palm.
At her introduction, he offers a small nod. ]
Peter. Peter Quill.
[ And here's where, a month ago, he would have added, "Some people call me Star-Lord," but he's trying to get out of the habit. Folks on Earth won't call you Star-Lord if you're just fucking around, getting a Blizzard from Dairy Queen. ]
Nice to meet you. Shame about the circumstances, though.
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At her introduction, he offers a small nod. ]
Peter. Peter Quill.
[ And here's where, a month ago, he would have added, "Some people call me Star-Lord," but he's trying to get out of the habit. Folks on Earth won't call you Star-Lord if you're just fucking around, getting a Blizzard from Dairy Queen. ]
Nice to meet you. Shame about the circumstances, though.